Mark Few Wife Novelas e Histórias

I leaned back against the pillows and smile at them both. “She’s my cousin’s wife,” she heard Mark telling his wife, but he sounded so far away that she frowned. Where was he going? “And, as I said before, she’s the heartless bitch who abandoned him when he needed her most!” Her eyes flew open in horror, and she was shocked to find that he was closer than his distant voice had suggested. Confused, she tried to gather her thoughts.

she asked whilst rolling her eyes. "I can see you are married," Mark said eyeing the ring in her hand "Nice observation officer, I presume you have eyes. you made for what you lack in hearing with sight" She replied rudely. I watched Mark bemused, waiting for what he was getting at. "I know and you know that is your picture in the photograph. I believe your husband will be able to recognize his wife. And I'm sure he would be curious about why and what you are doing in a motel."

"With respect..." Another pause. "Mia isn't part of the organization." The room became very quiet. Mia felt every eye shift toward her. Waiting. Watching. Judging. Before she could respond, Mark spoke. His voice calm. Dangerously calm. "She's my wife." Silence. The advisor swallowed. Bad move. Very bad move. Mark's gaze never left him. "Which makes her family." Nobody argued. Nobody wanted to. The advisor wisely looked away. Don Romano folded his hands.

Caleb says with a flat voice. Mark’s jaw twitches, his aristocratic pride desperately trying to fight through the sudden shock of being physically blocked. He stares up at Caleb, his chest heaving as he tries to maintain his intimidating shout. "Get out of my way. This is between me and my wife. You're a common subcontractor who doesn't belong in this conversation." "She isn't your wife anymore," Caleb replies, standing perfectly still, his eyes locked onto Mark's in a cold expression. "The judge made that clear an hour ago. You're done yelling at her, and you're done threatening her."

“If… if it makes you happy, John… if it will make our marriage stronger… then… yes. I’ll do it. For you. I’ll be pleasing. I’ll be your good girl.” John’s smile turned triumphant. He leaned back again, gesturing lazily toward the three men. “That’s my perfect little wife. Relax, Ava. Just let them take what they want. I’m right here watching every second.” The words had barely left his mouth before the wolves closed in. Mark stepped forward first, his big hand sliding possessively over my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh through my dress. “Fuck, look at her,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Little virgin bride shaking like a leaf, but those tits are begging to be sucked. I’ve been

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

she wriggles but I just tighten my hold. "Stop resisting me. I'm all yours now," I let out laughter. "You pervert." "Well, this pervert is your lovely husband that you fight for yesterday." I was beyond happy. I succeed in marking her as mine and made her attached to me physically, mentally, and emotionally. Now, my job is to love her more until she can't back off from me. ......................................................

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, forcing a tear to come out. "My wife is confused," Mark said loudly so every microphone could pick up his words. "She has been hidden away from the world for five years. Julian Vane has filled her head with lies, and he is using his wealth to make her say things that aren't true. We are legally married! I love my wife, and I love my son! I am here with the police to take them home, away from this monster's castle!" Right on cue, the loud sound of sirens echoed down the street. Two blue and white police cruisers pulled up behind Mark's car, their lights flashing against the stone walls of the estate.

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

“It’ll also be the highlight of your entire life if you don’t get the fuck away from my wife.” I spun around to see Troy standing a few feet from us and looking at Mark with murder in his eyes.